The white-clad man's clothes were as white as snow, his lips red, and teeth white, as young and handsome as Ghost Hand, yet his calm and aloof demeanor was far beyond Ghost Hand's reach.
"Do you... know Brother Ghost Hand?"
Lin Rou shrank back a little, looking at the man squatting in front of her, unsure if he was a friend or foe of Ghost Hand, with confusion and trepidation written on her face.
"Me? Haha... of course, I know him."
The white-clad man, hearing the girl affectionately call Ghost Hand 'brother,' couldn't help but smile slightly, revealing a trace of amusement.
His smile was like a ray of sunshine shining into Lin Rou's heart, making her feel a warmth all over, as if her injuries were suddenly far less painful.
"Are you a friend of Brother Ghost Hand?"
Lin Rou thought that someone with such a sunny smile couldn't be a bad person and guessed he was Ghost Hand's friend.
